I’m a single mom. There it is, plain and simple. Yet, those words fail to capture the overwhelming complexity that comes with them: the heartache, sacrifice, guilt, shame, bitterness, loneliness, and the constant juggling act that defines my path as a single parent. It feels like a secret I carry, hidden from view. If you were to glance at my social media, you’d never suspect the truth. Even our family doctor is unaware that my son’s father is absent from his life. Only my family and closest friends are in the loop.
Emotionally, I find myself in denial. Part of me is still in love with him, wishing and praying for a day when we can be a family again. It’s a confusing place to be; I don’t need him, but I want him. I love him deeply, and he has the same infectious smile as our son.
After my relationship fell apart, I relocated to a new town for family support. It wasn’t my hometown, nor was it a place I knew well. As a work-at-home single mother, the isolation was daunting, so I joined a local moms’ group, something I never thought I would do. For someone who is typically introverted, my first meet-up felt like a blend of a blind date and the first day of school; anxiety surged as I prepared. I even texted my best friend about my outfit.
Then came the moment of truth. When asked if I had family nearby, I hesitated and instead lied, saying I was living with a boyfriend. I couldn’t bring myself to say, “Hi, I’m struggling. I’m a single mom.”
I know I should take pride in my resilience and in the fact that I’m doing this on my own. I should celebrate the fact that I can recite my son’s favorite stories by heart, and that I respond to his every giggle and cry, often knowing exactly what he needs. I should be proud that I cherish every early morning spent with him, excited to see him enjoy his breakfast, and that I endure those sleepless nights of teething without complaint. I am present for every joyous and challenging moment.
Someday, I’ll reach a point where seeing traditional families at the park won’t break my heart. I’ll no longer feel that my son is missing out, nor will I feel like an outsider among mothers. The guilt will fade, and I will stop questioning what could have been. Peace will come, and I’m on my way there.
This experience has made me a stronger person. My son is fortunate not to be surrounded by negativity. Looking into his bright, curious eyes provides me with a strength I never knew I had. It’s been nearly a year since the upheaval, and while it’s becoming easier, I know it won’t ever be entirely simple. I am a single mom, and one day, I’ll feel ready to share my truth with the world.
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Summary
Being a single mom is a complex journey filled with emotional struggles, guilt, and the desire for connection. Despite the challenges, there is strength in resilience, and over time, peace and acceptance can be found.